Saturday, December 15, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Who knew a free facial = a $400 bill for products.
Gulp. My face is a wreck, so this stuff better work, and fast.
Photoshoot on Thursday.
Got fake lash corners glued in today and am frightened -- I look like the love child of Divine and Liza Minelli. Have been hacking away at the Cher-like lashes with a set of fingernail scissors. They are so ridiculous they are actually CASTING A SHADOW on my face. I am pissed off. Or maybe just lashing out ...
Here's a post about a lip treatment that soothes, and one that sucks. First, the good stuff. I got a sample size of Relish Beauty's shea butter lip balm, and I have to say, it was love at first smell -- a light orangy waxy frangrance. It went on smoothly and felt great. Unfortunately it didn't last very long, but it was darn cute and did I mention the nice aroma. It wasn't enough to sway me from my beloved Kristin Balm (which I think actually helped heal the chapped skin between my nose and my upper lip, a souvenir of a recent cold). But, it was a miracle balm in comparison to the glop that gurdles forth from the Kinerase Lip Treatment tube. I got a sample size from a Mercedes Benz sales event swag bag (the company was one of the sponsors of the "lifestyle event" surrounding the cars) and I was optimistic at first. I mean, Kinerase's pitchwoman, Courtney Cox always had nice (albeit small) lips. No thanks to this stuff. The package promises to smooth and plump while reducing the appearance of fine lines. Huh? It tasted like vanilla extract toothpaste and seemed to evaporate off the lips upon impact. Then I read the rest of the label and thought, well, what do I expect from a skincare company from Costa Mesa, California? Of course I could be persuaded otherwise if, say, the full line of products arrived at my door to test drive ... along with the Mercedes of course!
I first discovered the MDMitt tucked into the Chicago fashion week swag bag (did I mention it was the best ever?) and I have used it so much it's now come apart at the seams. It is now MicrodermaRagg. So I am buying a new one, cost is $22 at the brand's online store. I can't tell you how much I love this, though, and it makes my Dove Self Tanning Moisturizer go on better, and you KNOW I love that!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
See what you're getting into before you go there
Thursday, October 4, 2007
I can't give away any secrets because I will be pitching a story about her soon, but let me just say, this woman is so incredibly gorgeous and so funny and genuine and just NICE, I was bowled over. She's so comfortable in her own skin and I really felt like I sensed how much she enjoys what she does. It was an honor to meet her.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Rumored to be in the swag bag:
Cosabella thong -- yeah! -- courtesy of Isabella Lingerie (a gorgeous store)
but size was L/XL -- wahh.
A big Grey Goose box -- yeah! -- but we suspected inside was only a shaker,
no actual booze -- wahh.
Bottle of Figi water (how many natural resources were burned carting this
stuff across the frickin ocean from Figi!?)
A bottle of Jil Sander perfume - saweet!
A compact from Cynthia Rowley -- yeah! -- for Avon -- eh?
A cute Lucky Magazine tote bag
A pair of fugly yet comfy socks
A keychain from Ugg (opening a store on Oak Street next week, Padma Lakshmi is promised to be at the opening)
OK, now that I write this, I am bummed I didnt get one. And I am thinking, this was better than the sad swag sacks passed off, er, I mean passed out to journos at NYFW. Ah well, que sera la swag.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Can you find the hidden words? Take a break and play Seekadoo!
Thanks to my new issue of US Magazine (with TristaBaby on the cover --ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ) I learned that my Fashion Week celeb sighting prowess fell short. Specifically, I failed to take notice of Demi Moore, who was sitting a mere six or seven rows away from me at the Temperley show. I don't know the exact number of rows simply because I am not positive which row I was seated in. I know where Demi was: front row. There were throngs of photographers snapping the front row, where Molly Simms and Rachel Zoe were parked. I did not realize Demi was there, too. I didn't see her come in during the media frenzy immediately preceding the show -- she must have been a late arrival. How very A-list of her to slip in when the lights went down! Question: Can I brag about our time together if I didn't realize she was there until after the fact!?
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The photographer end of the runway. They were all packed like sardines into the space. They knew where they were stationed because the entire tiered space was sectioned off with masking tape into squares, and the name of the publication was written on the tape. NY Daily News? WWD? Just look for your name on the quadrant of tape!
The radiant former model, now TV hostess Veronica Webb. Alas no Tim Gunn!
Hopefully this movie will load -- note Nick Rhodes sitting between Simon and Jacquetta (bleached blonde bedhed and black button-down), and also note how long everyone is clapping. That's Fashion Show etiquette -- keep the clapping going during the entire Finale Parade of Models. It's OK to pause, but you must resume clapping until the designer peeks his or her head from behind the scrim, signaling furious clapping, then the lights go up and you haul out of the hall.
NINA GARCIA!!!!!!! She was everywhere on Friday, being interviewed and just walking around. She's tall and super glamorous. But what I thought was cool is that she had this look of happiness on her face -- dare I say bliss? Like, no matter how many times she had to make the fashion week rounds, it was still exciting and new. God bless her. I just got her new book (birthday gift) and am on page five or so (give me a break, I have a job), but it seems good already, if not a bit generic (self confidence is sexy -- duh!). Anyway, Nina rocks. And I will devour the upcoming PR season as quickly as you can say TiVo!
Viva La Reese! This show was wonderful -- wearable, colorful and whimsical. Got my first lesson in How To Move from Standing to Sitting. Once you check in, you either get an index card with a seat assignment on it or a big fat "s" -- meaning you stand behind the rows of chairs, in a row of standing people. And you get no swag. But the alert fashionista can move from standing to sitting (to swagulousness!) by following a few simple rules. Rule #1: Get in line early. #2: Rush past crowd and park yourself to the immediate side of an aisle (not in the aisle, very important or you will get yelled at). #3. Be quiet and wait. #4. Get a fix on the intern who is coordinating seating for your section; it is her job to make sure all seats are filled by the time the houselights go down. #5. Make eye contact with this intern and make sure she sees you have your purse in your hand and are ready to move to an open seat before she can even finish barking "You!"
What I loved most about this show was the girliness of TR's vibe. Pretty Easter colors, and lots of layered jewelry (mostly lockets, mental note: must buy layering lockets). Lots of fitted garments and cute fitted jackets, no tent dresses (hurrah!) and heavy on the light grays (like Terexov, actually).
Monday, June 18, 2007
Tonight I took a free class at Chicago's newest fitness concept, Flirty Girl Fitness, just down the street from Oprah's studios in the West Loop. O indeed! The class? Pole dancing, in a chic rustic dance space tricked out with 14 poles. The results? My body is aching and my right foot is bruised, yet my ego is strangely unbruised. I survived the hour -- and swung around on a pole! It rocked. Oh yeah I sucked. Badly. Sadly I have no shimmy in me -- I blame my Cohen side -- and I was never a cheerleader, hence I missed out on the part of life where you learn to mimic peppy choreographed routines. Believe it or not, I picked it up, more or less, and didn't completely embarass myself. Not that anyone was looking anyway -- all the other women in the class were concentrating equally hard on hanging on for dear life. And when we weren't concentrating on Le Pole, we were mesmerized by the instructor. I would like to know how many classs I need to sign up for and how many meals I need to vomit up before I can be that amazing. I actually think I might join the studio, but if I don't, I will definitely return on the per-session pass (5 classes for $100). Interesting to note: The poles in the front of the class room are "regulation" width; the poles in the back are specially designed by FGF to be a bit smaller -- easier for tiny hands to grasp. Also interesting to note: The instructor told us to take off our shoes to do the class. Not for safety or technique, but rather because "gym shoes aren't sexy." My thoughts exactly!
Friday, June 15, 2007
A few months ago I was invited to preview this new line of luxury botanical skincare out of Korea that's made with green tea harvested on the company's own private island. Got a free facial, it rocked. But the bag of samples I got sat in my bathroom until about a week ago. Amore Pacific gets most of its props for its superultramega moisturizers. And that's cool, for people who don't break out just by touching the lid. So pretty much, I didn't touch any lids. About a week ago, I couldn't find my special facial cleanser, which I buy from my best friend in Savannah, who is a plastic surgeon and runs a med-spa. I bought a whole face system from her but since it was prescription, she told me I had to read the directions before starting. Yeah, I'll get right on that. At some point. So I don't do much beyond using the cleanser. And last week, I couldn't find it. So I broke out this cleanser from Amore Pacific. I have to say, I was really impressed. It took off makeup instantly and without any residue whatsoever, even though it's called an "oil" on the container. It goes on as an oil, but then you add a bit of water and it soaps up like a, well, like a soap. Removing it gently with a damp face cloth, I couldn't believe how clean my pores were. And anyone who knows me knows I tend towards the Kabuki with the make-up. I may actually start buying it once my sample size draws to a close. It's $50 at Neimans. I will slather on some occasional Retin A and call it a clean, clear day. That's amore!